Lucy had an inkling that he might have been talking of her when he mentioned his better friends, however she knew that he was particularly friendly with Dingle. Now he was a curious boy. Rather strange, but always an interesting conversation. She always did get along with the boys better, but she figured it had more to do with growing up in a house of boys than anything else.
"I think it's rather nice, you being able to think outside of your house," she said. "We see the same people everyday! We live with them, eat with them, take class with them - it's all a little daunting after a while. It's as if you're expected to just be this giant mass, all dressed in the same colors and whatnot..."
She took a breath. Perhaps she was going off on too big of a tangent right there.